Paparazzi by Unbekannt

Next to the transit lounge
see the Paparazzi tears.
No-one came today
from Boston or Tangiers.
And in departures -- only
faceless trippers trip,
loaded with duty free
held in white knuckle grip.

Snap it up, flash away --
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type --
the news is running late tonight.

Be-decked with Nikon necklaces
hear the Paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walk
the famous in disguise.
Conspicuously huddled there
but no-one stops to look.
They've got their crayons out
to colour in the book.

Snap it up, flash away --
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type --
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.